Hole In The Hedgerow

What we have is shallow

Like ice skating

You asked if the sheets are clean

Funny how others asked the same

They’re like snow from weeks ago

With dirt and footprints

And snow angels from someone else’s body

Chalk around it

Like a crime scene

Outlining the things I’ve done

Dirty bedsheets from days ago

With so much scent

Stains bled through the mattress and into the floor

Into the earth forever below

But what we had was shallow

Ice skating above the ice shallow